After a weekend of "am I or aren't I", Monday, I finally broke down and took a pregnancy test 2 days early. It was our first cycle on Clomid and after all, that is how we got pregnant with Abigail. Well, lo and behold, it was positive and we were all crying and so excited. Abby was so sweet when we told her, she just hugged my belly for the longest time and told me she was hugging the baby. I got out our cool book called, "Life" by the man who invented embryonic photography, Lennart Nilsson and showed her what stage our baby was at (to her credit, she was still pretty impressed). I think it horrified Paul, however, when she held up a particular page to him and said, "Look at all the sperm, Daddy!" She later asked me, while looking at the same picture, "Has this already happened in your body?" She is getting too astute and I'm glad she didn't ask how all the sperm got to the egg in the first place. So, Monday was a REALLY good day... here's how the rest of the week went...
Monday: Take pregnancy test... positive!
Tuesday: Develop a Urinary Tract Infection... went to the doctor.
Wednesday: Toes start itching uncontrollably
Thursday: Wake up early in the morning to throbbing, painful toes (as in, ALL of my toes) covered in welts under the skin and can barely move. Went to the doctor and he said it was some weird Eczema and to keep it moisturized because we really can't do much else right now.
Friday: Again woke up extremely early with the freaky throbbing, ultra-painful toe syndrome and to my surprise, a Yeast Infection!!!
All of that is not including all the other things you'd expect: constipation, unsatiable hunger, weird abdominal twinges, bloating, gas, alien veins and unrecognizable mammaries. Paul and Abby would probably add ridiculous mood swings and to that list... poor dears (let's not talk about the cheese incident). So, what's in store for Saturday? Oh, my parents are coming for Easter and, of course, with walking so painful due to all the above issues, we have no food and limited toilet paper (very limited) in the house for Easter and the house is an absolute DISASTER! I am glad my Mom is coming though... I don't care how old you are, when you're not feeling up to par, you still just want your Mommy. Also, I will happily endure all of this and whatever else is thrown at me if I can deliver a healthy baby at the end of it all. We have been praying (actually, desperately begging) for a baby for so long now, we really couldn't be more happy and I am just taking every ridiculous body issue as a sign that the baby is in there growing strong. Stay tuned...